” Honey Ravines…” She says, the lyrics cling without asking, they follow my drink down throat into the innermost, hey, it’s just a song,
9 pm, the room fills. A young man from the next table moves closer, what’s he want?
He’s asking about Johann my son. Is he not blind, he asks, he signs.
The young man is deaf, he speaks to me with his cell phone.
15 minutes of that, we’re taking group selfies. He says he has a great job, the best parents, no he doesnot drive.
There’s a pretty young girl sitting across, we are getting acquainted( hey I take a while), but my cell phone friend here gestures to her, asking if she has seen leopards and cheetahs and tigers in Africa – all just going by the gorgeous crinkle in her hair and the ebony in her skin. For a breath, I’m terrified, but she laughs out loud. No, she is from here, Bangalore! Next thing, it’s another group selfie.
Vihan ( Damaris) is into more originals for the next two hours as my plate gets pepperoni, Chikki chikki Bang bang, mocktail…
The service in Easy Tiger is warm, I take off my sandals and let my soul sit, recline.
‘ honey in the ravines of my soul….’
This is rich in a way that defies surface words, I’d need you to visit the catacombs of my innermost, this is hard to believe in a decade of indifference like never before, here’s a hearth of good emos. Yeah don’t go underrating emotion. It’s as demanding as creativity. As taxing as deathly or life giving. Someone somewhere had a certain unforgivable sadness , anger, insane – indignity, which is why Auchwitz, or 9/11 or mishmashhmooo happened. Someone someplace experienced a certain alleviation which gave conception to ” Its a beautiful life”, the silly fantastique of Laurel Hardy, Bean, Kate& Leopold, Beethoven, lasagna, mango shakes, guava cuts peppered, oh the laughter of children..
Why did they name the place Easy Tiger? I never asked, but I know life is a merry chilly powder Politi stir fried with jungles. We are the jungle. We have turned into a craft called human, in the very weave and fibre of mankind, we have changed from milk nice, to snarl claw.
But these two hours before 11 pm shut down, I rent my ravines to honey.